: Nine. Iron bone!

　　 "This is not yet hit."
　　 Cao Mengyun's fresh and quiet words completely angered Yang Ming!
　　The pregnant woman who was pregnant in September, Yang Ming also knew her.
Yang Ming remembers that every time she passed by the pregnant woman’s door, the pregnant woman was very enthusiastic about taking out desserts to entertain. Sometimes, she took Yang Ming’s hand and said that she wanted Yang Ming to be unborn in her belly. Kid brother.
　　The villagers of the Holy Soul are honest and simple, no one has a bad heart, and Yang Ming naturally can see that when the pregnant woman said that, it was full of sincerity, not a playful joke.
　　Yang Ming's face was gloomy, as if ink was spilled on the white paper, and he stepped out one step at a time.
　　 "Apology! I want you to apologize to her, have you heard it!"
　　Cao Mengyunan sat on the horse, frowning his sword eyebrows disappointedly. If the inspector deacon in his martial arts hall was easily intimidated by a child, he apologized to a rural woman. How would he walk in the future?
　　 Not to mention, in Cao Mengyun's heart, he didn't feel that he had done anything wrong.
　　After all, the rural pregnant woman has not been killed by him!
　　 She almost fell, who blamed it?
　　 Blame me?
　　Cao Mengyun raised his whip and threw it hard at Yang Ming, coldly said:
　　 "Where are the ignorant young children, since your parents have not taught you how to treat elders politely, then I will teach you how to be a human being instead of your parents!"
The whip pierced the sky and brought a burst of gas. It can be seen that even if Cao Mengyun did not use Wuhun, he had already used ten percent of his strength. If an ordinary young child was hit by his whip, he would have to fall A disfigured end, even the next half of life is ruined.
A flash of red light flashed in Yang Ming's pupils, and three hook jades appeared, giving insight into the whip's movement trajectory, foot ghosts were missing, the figure flicked left and right, the whip passed by Yang Ming's side, lashed at the muddy pavement, a splash of sand dust.
"what?"
　　Cao Mengyun made a soft whine, he really didn't expect that this young boy could actually escape his random blow.
　　Yang Ming is naturally not the kind to be aggrieved, and he will only swallow his voice.
　　 Watched Cao Mengyun take the lead, Yang Ming was attacking with anger, holding a lance in his hand, pedaling ghosts, and bullying him, the gunpoint shook out three guns.
　　Broken Cloud Dragon!
　　 One shot, two shots, three shots!
　　 spears, like a rose with thorns blooming, is both magnificent and dangerous.
Cao Mengyun's eyes are colored again and again, but I didn't expect Yang Ming to escape his attack. It's actually such a big surprise. If he is so skilled at shooting, if he hasn't been immersed for more than ten or twenty years, yes It's hard to learn the essence of marksmanship, and I don't know how Yang Ming learned it at a young age. Isn't it just to start practicing from the mother's womb?
　　 said it was too late, then it was fast.
　　 Seeing that the tip of the gun was about to touch the tip of his nose, Cao Mengyun raised his right hand, and the whip flicked in his hand, winding around the gun like a python.
　　 didn't use Wuhun, Cao Mengyun cracked Yang Ming's attack alone!
　　 But at the next moment, the electric light flashed over the gun body and passed along to the body of the gun to Cao Mengyun.
"Ok?"
　　Cao Mengyun felt that his right hand was hit by an electric current, suddenly numb, and temporarily lost consciousness.
good chance!
　　Yang Ming's eyes burst out with a flash of light, his right hand loosened the grip of the gun body, a step, a jump, a waist twist, a whip leg kicked towards Cao Mengyun's face.
　　 If Cao Mengyun was kicked by a rural child, it would be Chiguo's face. Later, Cao Mengyun could not lift his head in front of his colleagues.
"Humph!"
Seeing that his right hand was still numb, Cao Mengyun snorted coldly, and a circle of soul circle flashed around him.
Even if San Gouyu wrote Chakra eyes to see what happened, but because Cao Mengyun's counterattack was too fast, it exceeded the limit of Yang Ming's body reaction, so that Yang Ming felt that a strange force had hit him as soon as his eyes were black. When the whole person was struck by lightning, he groaned, his body flew out like a shell, and blood spilled from his mouth in midair.
boom!
　　Yang Ming hit the ground heavily and raised a burst of flying dust.
　　 Seeing Yang Ming fall to the ground, Cao Mengyun originally wanted to continue to give him a whip down to vent his depressed feeling of being blocked.
　　It's just that the villagers who were honest and frank were angry when they saw that Cao Mengyun was forgiving.
　　You can look at us like grass, but Yang Ming is still a child!
　　 Villagers spontaneously flooded the streets, carrying agricultural tools such as hoe, head, nail rake, etc., rushing towards Cao Mengyun with their teeth.
　　If it is just a group of ordinary farmers, Cao Mengyun will naturally not mind.
　　 But at this time, Cao Mengyun saw a man, a blacksmith who looked like a blacksmith shop. When Tang Hao's cold eyes were betting on, Cao Mengyun actually felt a sense of fear.
　　 Tang Hao has been under the care of the village elder Jack since he came to settle in Shenghun Village. Although he usually has a bad attitude towards the village chief, Yang Ming is the grandson of the village chief.
　　 People who can become great soul masters are naturally not fools.
　　Cao Mengyun understands~EbookFREE.me~Holy Soul Village is a village that has once been a big man, and the Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon may also be here.
　　 Heared a black horse's hiss, and then the sound of the horse's hoof faded away.
　　Yang Ming struggled to get up from the ground, looking at Cao Mengyun's back, he gritted his teeth tightly, and said hatefully:
　　 "If I were the Great Soul Master in other days, I must make you look good!"
　　 The pregnant woman who nearly fell over the dystocia just trot over, helped Yang Ming, helped him pat the dust on his body, and asked with concern:
　　 "Yang Ming, it doesn't matter if you get hurt, or come to my house and ask your aunt to apply some medicine to you?"
　　In addition to the pregnant women, the surrounding villagers also rushed over and greeted Yang Ming.
　　Looking at the villagers’ unscrupulous concerns and the agricultural tools they carried on their hands, it was clear that they had just spared their lives to save themselves. Yang Ming warmed his hands and clenched his fists in his hands, saying:
　　 "Thank you folks and fathers for their care, the boy's bones are hard enough, this injury is nothing!"
　　 Hearing Yang Ming’s words, the villagers all gave him a thumbs up and praised:
　　 "Be a man!"
Among the crowd, Tang Hao looked at Yang Ming from a distance and saw that he had not suffered any injuries before he withdrew his gaze.
　　 Afterwards, Tang Hao patted the back of his son Tang San with a big grin:
　　 "San'er, look at Xiao Yang. At a young age, he is already an iron-clad man. In the face of the bully of the strong, he dares to step forward and stop. The village head really teaches a good grandson!"
　　 "Also, when will San'er be as good as Xiao Yang?"
　　Listening to his father's insults, Tang's face was black.
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